I don't see much for the future
Too many variables lie in wait
Vast substance to consider
Refusing to evade
Plans doubtless to falter
See little beyond each day
Years hiding in a prison
An unwelcome intrusion
Biding time before plunging into the maelstrom
Facing the sprawling chasm inside
Facets splintering into hysteria
Unfurling neuroses, festered into psychoses
New faces, new minds
To accept, to dispute
The voice inside

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